Bone Tickle

lunes, 23 de abril de 2012

Feathers on our breath


"The effect of music is so very much more powerful and penetrating than is that of the other arts, for these others speak only of the shadow, but music of the essence."

- Arthur Shopenhauer -


"Ten thirsty fingers of my blind Muse
Confer upon my face their sensual spelling"
- Lawrence Durell -



Pencil on paper



Underexposed: Field Rotation - Cloud Observation by Fluid Radio


In our feline board
Leopard stains have been pulled square

And along this zebra field
Black or white, we toe the line

The rules are played like
The strings of a shipwrecked quartet
Sometimes the grid wavers
(Spaghetti dancing away on the boil)
Should I kill the King? Should I undress the queen?
Sheer away their lacquered robes!

…Everyone is always a better player, when watching a 

Game of Chess



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martes, 17 de abril de 2012

On the art of Mirrors

 " And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?                  
  And how should I presume?


  And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
  And should I then presume?
  And how should I begin?"

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S ELIOT



Pencil on paper. GIMP




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"His being is a lack of being, but this lack has a way of being which is precisely existence. Man makes himself a lack, but he can deny the lack as lack and affirm himself as a positive existence.
 He then assumes the failure. And the condemned action, insofar as it is an effort to be, finds it validity insofar as it is a manifestation of existence. "

The ethics of ambiguity - DE BEAUVOIR

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